When Youji approached the apartment he was relieved to see that all of the lights were off. He unlocked the front door and hurried inside, but he cursed as he smeared blood on the door frame. Just another thing he'd have to clean up or explain away. He stepped into the kitchen and flicked on the light then stopped dead when he saw Ken sitting there.
In the light it was clear just how blood splattered Youji was and even his hair was darkened with blood from a small cut on his head. He was wearing dark clothes, so that hid some of the blood spatter, but not enough for him to explain it away. Tonight's job hadn't gone particularly well and it had been a messy kill with no where to clean up before he'd come home. Ken was supposed to have been out all night, so Youji hadn't been particularly careful, but clearly his carelessness was coming back to bite him in the ass.
"...Shit. Ken. What the fuck are you doing home? Didn't you have some movie thing
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Ken started, he had been leaning his head on a hand, but it slipped a bit. "Huh ,whuzza...Youji?! What the hell did you do to yourself?" He swore when he saw the state that the normally blond man was in.
Getting up, he stalked towards Youji, intending to have a better look at that cut. The only reason he wasn't panicking was because he knew from experience that scalp wounds tended to bleed like nothing else.
"What did you do...?" He muttered, reaching up to move the hair out of the way so he could see better.
Youji took a quick step backwards when Ken started to approach him, but he couldn't back away fast enough and soon Ken's hands were on him pushing his hair aside so that he could get a look at the cut. Even though Youji knew that all this blood had come from his injury, his heart was still pounding. He'd done so well at hiding his other work so far that he'd gotten over confident. This was the last situation Youji had expected to happen when he'd offered Ken an apartment above the flower shop.
Even as blood, his own and others smeared onto Ken's fingers, Youji could just stare at him. After a minute, he batted Ken's hand away and took a step back with a shaky chuckle.
"Sorry, man, guess I was careless..." he looked down, his head drooping as he looked at his own blood coated hands, his gloves having been lost in the scuffle, "My head had a quick encounter with a piece of broken metal."
"Well, I can see that." Ken huffed, looking at him for a moment, then turning to acquire the first aid kit that he had seen under the sink.
"Sit," He commanded, "I'll take care of that for you." With that, he found what he was looking for, and swung the white metal box up onto the table and opened it, finding the anti-septic with efficiency long honed from playing sports.
Ken waited patiently for Youji to give into his hard stare and sit down.
Youji did not want to give Ken a chance to get a closer look at him, but running away when Ken was offering to bandage the wound would be even more suspicious. So, with a grimace, he settled down in one of the kitchen chairs and watched while Ken looked through the first aid kit.
"Fine, fine. It's stopped bleeding already, though. It's not that big of a deal, you know..." he said as he avoided Ken's gaze altogether, deciding that his hand, bloody fingernails and all, resting on the table was a much less worrisome sight at the moment.
He was still hoping that Ken wouldn't notice just how much blood he had splattered on him, since he wasn't sure he could trust Ken to keep his secret. Not that Ken was a disloyal friend, but the man had morals and finding out someone was a paid killer was likely to rub those morals of his the wrong way.
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In the light it was clear just how blood splattered Youji was and even his hair was darkened with blood from a small cut on his head. He was wearing dark clothes, so that hid some of the blood spatter, but not enough for him to explain it away. Tonight's job hadn't gone particularly well and it had been a messy kill with no where to clean up before he'd come home. Ken was supposed to have been out all night, so Youji hadn't been particularly careful, but clearly his carelessness was coming back to bite him in the ass.
"...Shit. Ken. What the fuck are you doing home? Didn't you have some movie thing ( ... )
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Getting up, he stalked towards Youji, intending to have a better look at that cut. The only reason he wasn't panicking was because he knew from experience that scalp wounds tended to bleed like nothing else.
"What did you do...?" He muttered, reaching up to move the hair out of the way so he could see better.
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Even as blood, his own and others smeared onto Ken's fingers, Youji could just stare at him. After a minute, he batted Ken's hand away and took a step back with a shaky chuckle.
"Sorry, man, guess I was careless..." he looked down, his head drooping as he looked at his own blood coated hands, his gloves having been lost in the scuffle, "My head had a quick encounter with a piece of broken metal."
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"Sit," He commanded, "I'll take care of that for you." With that, he found what he was looking for, and swung the white metal box up onto the table and opened it, finding the anti-septic with efficiency long honed from playing sports.
Ken waited patiently for Youji to give into his hard stare and sit down.
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"Fine, fine. It's stopped bleeding already, though. It's not that big of a deal, you know..." he said as he avoided Ken's gaze altogether, deciding that his hand, bloody fingernails and all, resting on the table was a much less worrisome sight at the moment.
He was still hoping that Ken wouldn't notice just how much blood he had splattered on him, since he wasn't sure he could trust Ken to keep his secret. Not that Ken was a disloyal friend, but the man had morals and finding out someone was a paid killer was likely to rub those morals of his the wrong way.
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